Sunday, July 10, 2011

0.5 hours Pilot in Command

How do you know someone is a pilot?

They tell you. Again, and again, and again...

Today I managed to convince a different instructor (Peter Swift) in a different plane (1946 Aeronca Champ) at a different airport (Harvey Field, S43) that I'm highly unlikely to kill myself in a plane. So unlikely, that he hopped out and let me fly it myself for a half hour!

I never learned how to smile for a camera. And the sun was in my eyes too.

I'm pretty damn excited.

BTW, I'm getting a Sport Pilot license which requires about 50% of the time and cost of the Private Pilot license. I can fly planes like the one above, and the new flying car that should make it to market in the next couple of years.